My daddy was a miner, said there was nothing finer

Than an Irish man who worked an honest day

From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine, he'd make his way down to the mine

Along the dusty road he'd travel

Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go

Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.



He used to tell about the time he got hurt down in the mine

He said he'd never go back down again

But in his heart he knew he would, he did the only thing he could

Kept on walkin' down that road

Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go

Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.



But when he took to drinkin' we knew that he was thinkin'

That his days were quickly coming to an end

He'd only speak of Steamboat Row, he said someday we ought to go

And walk along that dusty road

Fifteen miles to get there, fifteen miles to go

Fifteen miles back home again, home to Steamboat Row.